Classic Poem

The baffled spell, that bound me, is undone;
And I have breathed once more beneath thy sky,
Lovely-browed Hampstead, and my sight have run
O'er and about thee, and had scarce drawn nigh,
When I beheld, in momentary sun,
One of thy hills gleam bright and bosomy,
Just like that orb of orbs, a human one,
Let forth by chance upon a lover's eye.

Forgive me then, that not before I spoke;
For all the comforts, missed in close distress,
With airy nod came up from every part
O'er-smiling speech: and so I gazed and took
A long, deep draught of silent freshfulness,
Ample, and gushing round my fevered heart.